She drops her pants to go to the bathroom when she notices a single row of fish scales running around her belly. They are small and blueish-green in colour; no larger than the toe-nail on her smallest toes. The line of scales runs over the crest of her hips and drops down under the her pelvic muscles. She traces the line of scales with her finger around her back to find they meet just above the fold of her ass. They seem to trace the elastic line of a thong around her body. But she wonders how they got onto her body. Perhaps they are super-glued?
Perplexed she tries to pick at one with her red varnished finger-nails. She is unable to get under the scales and scratching them hurts. She wants to pick at them like a scab but the more she digs at them the more they hurt. Quickly the area under the scales she was working on becomes red and sore. She fears that she is going to start bleeding soon so she forces herself to stop.
Why would someone super-glue a line of fish-scales to my body? Still groggy from sleep she puts that thought away for later. If she cannot get the scales off in the shower then at least they will be hidden under her clothes. Stripping the rest of the way, she jumps into the other shower and lets the water warm before getting wet.
The scales had been itchy all along, something she had chalked up to the glue reacting on her skin. The ones she had picked at were throbbing. The warm water seemed to sooth them and she loved the way the water played over her body. She wished she did not have to go to work. All she wanted to do was lay in the sun and swim when she felt like it on a beach somewhere warm. She let her imagination run wild as she soaped her body and washed her hair. The water felt even better on the scales she sported.
After a longer shower than normal she stepped out and dried off. The line of scales had not flaked away which disappointed her. In fact she could see that the red areas of her skin where she had scratched so violently were bumpy. Looking as close as she could she could almost swear that she could see the start of more tine scales growing where she had abused her skin.
Deeply disturbed she thought briefly about visiting the doctor then pushed the thought out of her head. Dressing she made a decision to ignore the problem for today. After all work was so stressful right now she did not want to have to take time off.